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A slumber party at Octavinelle and you're invited!
#twisted wonderland#octavinelle#Azul#Floyd#Jade#artwork#chibis#oh no this came out a lot cuter than i thought#i wanna squeesh them all#my beloveds enjoy your slumber party
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Oh God, What Have We Done??: Father!Solomon Headcanons
You know what? I'm a Solomon love-hater but I'll go to bat for him too. You could pick worse.
Contents: Unhinged Ms. Frizzle-style parenting, the horrors of human biology, possible pregnancy implications, fluff
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So. I can see this happening intentionally. Solomon craves a happy family, so I absolutely see the thought of rasing a kid with MC coming up once or twice.
That said, I think zero planning actually went into making it happen. This is a spur-of-the-moment decision made by two lovesick dolts. Not a damn thought was spared for the consequences, and it shows.
For starters, MC and Solomon both agreed to raise a child together while they were in the human world and told NOBODY ELSE. So from the outside looking in, they just left the Devildom for “training purposes” and returned with a random infant!
No call ahead. No fanfare. They both stepped out of the portal with a flying stroller and bottomless diaper bag, grinning from ear to ear like it all was just souvenirs from Disney World!
Naturally, all hell broke loose. The brothers were collectively hyperventilating, Simeon almost fainted, and Diavolo noticed that Barbatos wasn't moving or blinking, so the Little Ds had to carry him away like a malfunctioning android...
Does Solomon having a kid make him a grandfather…? He is not ready to ponder that thought. No one is.
Despite Mammon and Belphegor’s insistence they had to “Put it back!” after MC made it clear that raising a baby was what they wanted and that Solomon was there to stay, the brothers made peace with it… to varying degrees.
Asmo was the only one thrilled that his favorite humans now have an even cuter mini-human to take around because he'd get to try his hand at baby fashion design! The least happy was probably Belphegor because a baby means that MC is going to be way too busy to nap now. Plus, he had to deal with a lot more Solomon in his life, which very few people ever ask for...
The crew's reaction to the baby's development is actually pretty funny to see. Humans age much, much faster than their supernatural counterparts so, from their perspective, the new baby is growing at lightning speed!
Mammon was with them when they were teaching the baby to crawl and he started freaking out because, “How’re they movin' already!?” The first day their child came running, physically running, into the HoL without any help actually made Levi scream in fright.
The House had a complete meltdown when Beel was watching the child one day and they lost a tooth while eating some hard candy. They all thought that MC and Solomon were going to burn the place down, so imagine their surprise when the overjoyed parents kept congratulating their kid for losing a baby tooth...
And don't get any of them started on the growth spurts...
The one to take to the kid the most as they grew was, funnily enough, Lucifer. Most likely because their various milestones reminded him of when his brothers were doing the same things.
The child is more than happy to tell “Uncle Luci” anything, which he acts like he only tolerates, but in reality he loves being their favorite brother.
Barbatos is EXTREMELY protective of them. Nearly as protective as he is with Diavolo.
Their kid, of course, has no clue. He's just nice Uncle Barbie (he refused to be called Grandpa) who makes them sweets and watches over them in the Castle. But anyone who get too close while they're playing gets a stare down worse than all of Cerberus’ heads combined...
Mammon swore in front of them once and Barbatos strung him up so tightly that even Lucifer thought it was overkill.
Luke seems to enjoy having a baby sibling of sorts to look after, but he is going to be so upset when they get taller than him in the blink of an eye. He’s going to be their guardian angel for sure, btw.
As a father, Solomon is… spirited. Anyone can see that he’s ecstatic to be a parent, it’s just…
Well, years of isolation on top of being a once-in-a-lifetime prodigy may not have made him the most “in touch” with children these days, you know? MC has absolutely come home to find Solomon has propped up their 6-month-old with a stack of books to start teach them how to play chess.
Daddy-Baby adventure always end in spectacular fashion. Solomon is a very “hands-on science teacher” kind of guy with unwavering confidence in his abilities to keep his child safe. This, to be fair, isn’t unwarranted, however...
Does that mean you should make a plans to take your child to forbidden places for some sightseeing? Or
let your child touch, paw at, and gnaw on any magic item that suits their fancy in the name of a making a new teaching experience...? Probably not, but it’s also how he learned so…
It must be assumed that whatever kid these two have, biological or not, will be a magic powerhouse of destructive proportions. All that training from Solomon himself since infancy? They'll have a wand in their hand before they can even work a fork!
I like to imagine that Solomon's kid would have a very, very hard time controlling their magic and it would get uncontrollable at times. Like, a sneeze could knock over a bookshelf or getting angry makes things go flying. But Solomon would never ever scold them for it like it’s they're fault.
He'd never make them feel the same isolation and shame that he did at their age.
It would be very, very sweet. But it also means that MC could come home to a flooded house and, instead of cleaning out the water, Solomon would teaching their child how to snorkel in the living room.
Pure chaos, but MC could never find a prouder father. Solomon would devote his entire being to giving their child all of the love and happiness they deserve. Their kid almost never sees him without a grin on his face, just ready to just wrap them a bear hug for no reason.
On quiet nights, he'd cradle them or rock them to sleep while holding back tears. MC has found him over their crib like he’s still trying to convince himself that they're real, that he's gotten this lucky.
He's not a conventional father. Hell, he's not a conventional human either. But he’s grateful for day he gets to be a parent... Every. Single. One.
#tales from the drafts#obey me#obey me shall we date#shall-we-date-obey-me#obey me solomon#obey me nightbringer#omnb#obey me headcanons#obey me scenarios#solomon x mc#solomon x reader#tw pregnancy#tw: pregnancy
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hiii! could i request jax with a bimbo!reader please??
thank youuu<3
hehe , of course <3
im sorry I can't help but make jax a little scummy
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Oh, it had to he his lucky day.
Cute and dumb? What a combo, and fortunately for him.. perfect to take advantage.
"Gross, Jax.." Zooble murmured, catching the bunny staring at your ass. How could he not? Your body was as shapely as they came here.
Jax waved off the comment, his eyes still on your rear end. "Hey, uh.. dollface, come here a sec."
"Hm? Me?" Your eyelashes fluttered, and you spun around. Oh , it was the cute bunny!
"That's right," Jax smirked, and you came prancing over. Chest bouncing with each step, and of course, he stared the entire time, good thing you didn't seem to notice. Or maybe you were just too dumb to notice how he's been drinking up your figure since you first arrived?
You looked at him curiously, and your mouth opened to say something but Jax beat you to it.
"Ya know, I heard good ol' Caine keeps a closet full of pretty clothes n' stuff.. I could take ya there. Someone like you could make more use of it than denture head over there." He lied through his teeth, and you believed him.
Your eyes lit up, finally something worth while here!
"Really?? Show me show me! Please!" You took his gloved hands in yours, and his eyes had shifted into delighted crescents. God, you were too easy.
"Hmm.. what do I get in return, pretty girl?" If his bedroom eyes couldn't give you any hints then—
"Anything! Or— How about those cute little carrots from my plate at dinner time! Bunnys like those right..? Or was it rabbits.." You hummed in thought.
"They're the same—" He facepalmed and gripped your wrist, tugging you along. "Let's stick with the 'anything' offer," He sounded a bit irritated, but you just smiled and happily stumbled after him.
He was leading you back to his room and you didn't notice until he was unlocking his door. "Caine's closet is .. in your room?" You asked, genuinely curious.
"No, but.. didn't ya say you'd do anything?" He opened the door and motioned inside. "I've.. gotta lot of pent-up stress ya know.. bein in this place.. think ya can help me out, babe? Then you can get all the sparkly clothes ya want.." He murmured in that sultry voice of his, the distance closing between you and as he walked closer you stumbled back into his room.
"Oh, why didn't you say so!" You smiled, and he closed the door behind him. "How about a massage?"
"Oh , sure sure.. " His smile never faltered as went to sit at the edge of the bed, "C'mere doll. Ah— on your knees right here."
You blinked but did as told. You had a tunnel vision thinking about the clothes you'd get to dress up in soon!
"I need a massage, alright," He said as you plopped down in front of him. Looking at him with those big clueless eyes, it made his dick jump. "Think ya can handle this?"
Plop!
His dick landed on your face. It was warm and heavy. You swallowed nervously, "O.. Of course.." Your hand gripped the base of his shaft and aligned it with your lips. You kissed the tip before slowly running your tongue along the sides.
"Nhh.. there ya go.. don't be shy.. put it in your mouth.." He guided your head with a hand holding the back of your head. You did as told and allowed a few inches to slip past your lips.
"Ya know.. you look cuter like this.." He said before adding his other hand to the back of your head. You gave him a curious look, and he chuckled before forcing a few more inches into your mouth. You gagged and whimpered against his dick, your eyes were watering, and you were afraid your makeup was gonna run. The thought terrified you more than choking on his dick did.
You tapped on his thighs but the he was too lost in lust, already shoving the reminder of his cock down your throat. He moaned and grunted as he quite literally used your throat as a flesh light. "Nngh, al..almost there .. just... ngh.."
You whined and held onto his pant leg as he held your head in place and forced you to drink his bitter cum. He sighed in relief and pulled back. His shaft slipping out your mouth with a lewd pop.
"Good job, babe. Didn't spill a drop.. Hmn.. how about we go get those clothes another time , I think I can go for another round.. whaddya say?"
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Lyney/Reader
Genshin spoilers under the cut, for 4.0 Fontaine Archon quests.
Containes unexpected kissing and the barest slightest tiniest slight yandere Lyney, might not be canon compliant bc I got stuck halfway through trying to do quest stuff and came to write this instead.
I thought I was in a bit of a dry spell but it turns out I just needed some catboy coded manipulation to get back in the swing of things. I think all three of them would be subtly manipulative like this and I love it. Hopefully I can write more of them soon :D
This came out a lot cuter than I pictured. I don't really think Lyney would be an overtly violent or threatening lover.
The first time Lyney kisses you is right after Crowell dies. Your eyes widen, still focused on Lynette's, while her brother presses his mouth against yours in a kiss decidedly not appropriate for someone the prime suspect in a murder trial. The basket of food you brough knocks awkwardly against your knees, tilting you forward at an uncomfortable angle.
The supervising garde coughs. Lyney releases you. You steady yourself against him.
"I brought you food. Freminet was worried you would get hungry," you say, uncovering the dishes. Lyney's little brother had practically thrown bowls at you while you struggled to fasten your cloak. "Some might be a little wet. It's pouring out there."
"Thank you," Lynette says, taking the basket. "I'm going to the dressing rooma to share."
"Sorry it's mostly leftovers," you say, watching her bow bob as she leaves.
Her exit leaves you and Lyney in the half-light of backstage, the spotlights casting eerie shadows on the props. The garde moves a few steps away.
Lyney seems to realize how stiffly you're holding yourself. "Sorry," he says, releasing your elbow. "Overwhelmed, I guess. Crowell..."
You knew Crowell—were the one to reccommend him for the job, in fact. You glance at the curtain covering everything.
"Freminet's worried about you. Says there's too many visitors for him to handle."
Lyney sighs. "Poor Freminet. He didn't have anything to do with this. I feel terrible about it all, I'm not there to support him..." He catches sight of you again and gasps. "Oh, archons, what am I doing? You're soaked through and through. I was so busy worrying about this I completely forgot my manners. I'll find you a change of clothes somewhere."
Someone in the dressing room offers you a blanket and a cup of hot chocolate. Lyney continues hovering at your side, fussing. "I don't deserve you," he says, once his troupe has largely wandered off to rest. It's closer to dawn than sunset and you've mostly dried off. He sits at the edge of the pile of cushions you're propped up on, fiddling with his shoelace.
"I haven't done anything," you mutter, eyelids itching to close.
"That's not true," he says. "You keep the house in order, take care of Freminet, patch up all our costumes, organize the troupe, bring us food..." He trails off looking at you. "The kiss."
You look away. "Overwhelmed?"
He makes a frustrated noise. "Yes, but- Ah," he sighs, collapsing backwards closer to you. "I really did mean it. I just... probably should have waited for a better time. I hoped, after today's show, that, you know..." He dissolves into groans again. "Freminet adores you and so does Lynette. After this is all over, do you think maybe we could perhaps, ah, continue that?"
You see his face pressed to the cushions, rough fabric against his smooth cheek. He looks at you softly, like a dream, poised like a cat about to pounce.
Him. Lynette. Freminet. They all want to catch you somehow.
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“Tired?” A voice rumbled up from her shoulder, whisking her away from the gates of dreamland.
“Nope, not at a…” she cut herself off with a betraying yawn, giving one last goodbye to the sleep she wouldn’t get quite yet.
There was still cleaning up to do, especially now. So, in hindsight, it might not have been the best time to have taken a mid-decorating sex break.
Besides the mess of their own bodies stuck together with sweat, Nayeon’s clothes were strewn about (how her cheap antler headband had stayed on after all that was beyond her), some forgotten ornaments were still scattered near the tree (including ones knocked off by their antics), and the dough that Nayeon had been planning to shape into little trees and bows was still sitting out on the counter.
There was a lot to deal with. Preferably before they were a sticky mess, but what was done was done.
Momo just looked so damn cute in her tacky little Christmas sweater. Even cuter fanning herself off from the warmth of the fire and her decorating efforts. Even cuter when Nayeon had simply suggested she take said tacky sweater off. And irresistible when she was shirtless and still decorating the tree in earnest.
How could she not jump her wife’s bones like that?
“Do you want to wash up and nap? I can try to handle the rest if you need me to.”
She finally looked down at Momo, seeing the way her wide, eager eyes sparkled in the glow of the room, prettier than any light she could ever hang on their tree. Absolutely breathtaking. “No, no, I couldn’t do that to you,” she pressed a kiss against Momo’s sweaty forehead, “I just need a minute.”
Her words were followed by an attempt to shift off of Momo’s lap, but her mind was much farther ahead than her body was. Almost immediately she was met with tired legs and an ache in her pussy. Deeper than any pilates session had ever made her feel.
Yeah, she wasn’t getting off Momo any time soon.
“Wow, you really tired me out,” she laughed, letting Momo press her slick bangs against her shoulder again.
“You tired yourself out. We could’ve picked a different position… ah- not that I didn’t enjoy it. I loved it-“
“I know, Momo, I know.”
Momo gave a sheepish smile, embarrassed at her overexplaination. Even then she looked beautiful in her shyness, fingers tapping against Nayeon’s thighs. The marks across her neck (from the makeout session that had even led to this) have bloomed darker, and part of Nayeon wished she could bend down to give her a few more.
But alas…
She shifted her hips again, testing the feel of Momo deep and still snug inside her, and was pleased with the little grunt she got in return.
She hadn’t felt that way in quite some time before this vacation. She’d missed it bad, and she could only hope Momo knew that. And even better, hoped that she wanted her just as much.
She had to let Momo know just how great she’d made her feel.
“What can I say?” Nayeon swiveled her hips again, “Sometimes that stocking stuffer of yours is just too much for me”
Perfect.
“I… Unnie. God, ew, never say that again.”
Momo moved to push Nayeon off, then thought better of it, settling for giving Nayeon what was probably the most disgusted look she could muster.
“What? As if you weren’t begging to come down my chimney a few minutes ago.”
“Unnie. I don’t know if you can feel that, but I’m actively getting soft right now.”
“Oh please, you just came like… 5 minutes ago. Of course you are.”
“Ok, but it’s faster this time.”
"Hmmm whatever,” Nayeon pouted.
A hush fell on them again, the crackling of the fire the loudest in the room. Despite being so put off but Nayeon’s jokes, Momo still held her close. For seconds, for minutes, however long it was. Even though they needed to clean up, and decorate some more and bake those cookies. Momo still held her. And…
That little liar.
“Getting soft, my ass.”
“Your ass is soft. That’s part of why I’m hard again.” Her hand slipped back from her thigh to palm at the a cheek. “It’s nice having you on my lap.”
Now Nayeon rolled her eyes, even though she had no right. “Aww but I thought my shitty puns were too annoying for you.”
“Maybe. But you’re sexy so it doesn’t matter.”
Momo usually liked to be bossed around a tad, but she had her selfish streaks. Like churning her hips up to test the waters of another round with Nayeon, barely moving yet still sending that delicious tingle up Nayeon’s spine.
She was cute, but Nayeon loved to tease.
“I should make those cookies,” she sighed, pressing a firm hand to Momo’s chest.
“Noooo, one more please. I promise I’ll laugh at all your puns.”
“…Deal.”
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Rating all Trent ships I've ever came across
Trent×Gwen - The only canon ship and for what it was, I liked it. It always felt like just a summer fling and them being each others manic pixie dream girl/boy is a detail I highly appreciate. It was the most artsy teen romance of all TD ships and should stay as only that 7.5/10 cause it does make me cringe nowadays
Trent×Justin - I don't know who was the first person to come up with this ship but holy shit their brain. And even if you're too good to fall for the trope of "two guys amicably standing next to each other", these two would be the Larry of the TDverse, which you have to at least admit it's funny as shit 10/10
Trent×Duncan - Listen. I've also been a 15 year old girl, I get it, but this is shit. They either forget about each others existence or actively hate each other. Even the fanfics I used to read back then had to jump through hoops or make them ooc to even get them to stay amicably in the same room 0/10
Trent×Geoff - The better version of Duntrent. They still ignore/hate eachother but there's literally no reason for it which is so funny. They're both pieces of shit and the only time it was justified was when Geoff was trying to protect Gwen over the breakup. Read the TDA bios, they're still trying to poke at some rivalry we never see on screen. AU writers I beg of you, write a enemys-to-enemys fic of their fighting backstage 3/10
Trent×Cody - Oh boy. Oooooh boy. I hate to play this card but they're brothers. Maybe if it's one sided like Cody having a crush for 2 weeks tops but yeah. Brothers energy 0/10
Trent×Courtney - Listen. Don't look at me like that and listen. It's two possibly unmedicated mentaly ill upper middle kids with dreams of success in performing arts that go about it in two extremely different ways. Like. I want to keep this short but they'd be so bad for each other while being the only ones who can understand the others devotion, they'd destroy each other. I'm tearing a phonebook in half with my teeth, shout out to the Ballet AU i'll never write 6/10 realistically but 9.9999998/10 in my heart
Trent×Leshawna - I was really surprised when I first saw this ship cause I'd only ever seen them as sort of "friends-in-law"? But now that I sit down and think of it, it could work?? Leshawna is assertive but also laid back, kind and has a lot of goofy moments. And Trent is a certified wife guy™. I'd never thought of this ship myself but it could work 9.4/10
Trent×Noah - Once again, would have never thought of this if I hadn't read one of the best ship-centered fanfics this fandom has to offer. But I think it works better in that specific fanfic than realistically speaking. Trent isn't the exact type of pathetic (positive) Noah hangs out with and in the long run they'd both be too messy. If Gwent is the cuter side of teen romance, Trent×Noah would be the depressing side. I never watched the show, but from what I remember from "2015 grunge tumblr", it's giving Skins vibes 4.8/10
Trent×Anne Maria - I appreciate the mediterranean representation but no 1/10
Trent×Scott - How. Why. Walk me through this one without making them ooc 0/10
Trent×Zoey - Only in a Doey AU where Duncan keeps throwing dogeballs at Trent in PE everytime he tries to talk with Zoey about british pop 2/10
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From Hell to Home To Back Again
Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?
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Chapter one
Chapter Two
Chrissy frowned as she walked to class. She didn't mean to make Dustin feel so bad, but he shouldn't have left home like that. What if something had happened to him? She had told him she didn't want to lose another brother, but maybe that was too far. He just wanted to go look for his friend. Was she turning into her birth mother?
"No," Steve said.
When did she get to Nancy's locker? She blinked at Steve.
"What?"
"No, you are not turning into your mother," Steve said. "I know that look. What happened?"
"I got into a fight with my brother last night for sneaking out," Chrissy said.
"Oh, I thought you and your mom knew he was at my house," Nancy said. "I have no idea what they were doing in the basement."
"Planning to look for Will probably," Chrissy said. "I told him I didn't want to lose another brother and he looked so guilty."
"He knows you love him, and that's something your mother would never say. Think Wilbur," Steve said and touched Chrissy's nose.
"You know about Wilbur?" Nancy asked.
"Yeah, of course," Steve said. "I think it's cute."
"Me too," Nancy said, looking at him fondly.
Chrissy smiled at the pair of them. They were so cute. Meanwhile, Barb was rolling her eyes. Chrissy nudged her, and she grinned. She leaned next to Barb and raised her eyebrow questioningly. Barb shook her head. She wasn't ready to talk. Chrissy bumped her shoulder playfully, and Barb smiled. She let her eyes drift for a moment as Steve and Nancy did their little dance. Chrissy's eyes landed on a locker all the way across the hall. Leaning against the locker was a long-legged girl in a corduroy baseball cap, talking to none other than Eddie Munson. Eddie. Chrissy bit her lip. She hadn't talked to him since the Talent Show. It wasn't that she didn't want to. It was just that life kind of got in the way, and she spent a lot of time trying to figure out how to figure out her new life under a new roof with a new name and family. Before she knew it, time got away from her.
Now, here she was, and suddenly, the memory of that night came flooding back. He was still as cute as she remembered, cuter even. His hair was longer and very curly. He wore a vest now with pins and patches that look put on by himself. His shirt was a faded Led Zeppelin shirt. The same white one that she had. Chrissy was kind of surprised that it wasn't a heavy metal band like Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath, or Judas Priest. She vaguely recalled him playing some Black Sabbath at the Talent Show. It was the only time she listened to heavy metal. She supposed he could also like rock music too. Chrissy herself didn't have a particular taste in music, mostly listening to what sounded good to her ears at the time. It generally depended on her mood. She smiled at the shirt, wondering what else they had in common and what else they didn't. A familiar feeling tugged at her stomach. Uh oh.
Chrissy sighed. She recognized that feeling. It was the same feeling she got when she first started crushing on Heather. They hadn't dated long but long enough to know that Chrissy definitely also liked women. Luckily, they ended on good terms. She should really stop watching him before he noticed, but she was mesmerized by the gesturing of his hands and the grin on his face. Oh my God, he has dimples. Suddenly, she felt someone push her.
"Why are you staring at Eddie Munson?" Barb asked and then said with a teasing grin, "It's rude to stare, you know."
"I wasn't!" Chrissy exclaimed, blushing.
"Oh my god! Are you crushing on him?" Barb asked.
Just then, the bell rang, and Chrissy breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh, look, saved by the bell," Chrissy grinned gratefully.
"Oh, by the way, we've been invited to a party at Steve's house," Barb said.
"But it's a Tuesday," Chrissy said in confusion as they walked to class.
"That's what Nancy said. Apparently, it's going to be low-key," Barb muttered. "Whatever that means."
"It means just us, Steve, Tommy, and Carol," Chrissy said. "His parties are always low-key."
"So, he doesn't throw ragers?" She asked.
"He goes to ragers. He doesn't throw them," Chrissy replied.
"Seriously?" Barb asked and rolled her eyes.
"It's going to be fun even if Tommy and Carol are going to be there," Chrissy said.
"It'd be better without Steve too," Barb muttered.
"Barb!"
"Oh, God, look," Carol said.
Jonathan was putting up missing posters of Will.
"Oh God, that's depressing," Steve said.
"Poor Jonathan," Chrissy agreed with Steve.
"Should we say something?" Nancy asked.
"I don't think he speaks," Carol said, and Chrissy glared at her.
"How much do you want to bet he killed him?" Tommy laughed.
"Shut up," Steve and Chrissy said as Nancy walked away.
"Steve, why the fuck are you still friends with these assholes?" Chrissy asked.
"Because he'd have no one else," Carol laughed.
Chrissy could tell by the look on Steve’s face that this wasn't the first time that they said something like this. Steve tried to laugh it off, but even Barb could tell it bothered him.
"He's got Chrissy," Barb scowled.
"Oooh," Tommy said and laughed with Carol.
Somehow, Chrissy managed to get through the day even though Will entered her thoughts every so often, and even Eddie filtered in there. She made sure the kids made it to Mike's before biking over to Benny's to make up for missing yesterday. However, when she got there, police cars were out in front. She dropped her bike. Chrissy was quick and managed to dodge the cops' arms as they made to grab her. She burst into the diner and gasped at the sight of Benny lying dead at a table with a gun in his hand as though he had killed himself.
"Benny!"
Suddenly, Hopper was standing in front of her, blocking her view.
"Kid, you shouldn't be seeing this," Hopper said gently.
"He didn't kill himself!" Chrissy sobbed. "He couldn't have. He was supposed to go out with my mom this weekend. He wouldn't do that!"
"He finally asked out Claudia?" Hopper asked.
"Yes! Oh God, mom. What am I supposed to tell her?" Chrissy cried. "He's not - He's not dead."
Hopper pulled Chrissy against him and let her cry in his arms.
"Hey, you guys handle this for a moment. I'm going to take her home," Hopper said.
Her mom had been just as much of a mess as Chrissy had been when Hopper told her the news. He stayed for as long as he could, but eventually, he had to go back to the diner. Mother and daughter both cried until they fell asleep curled up on the couch. They didn't wake up until there came a knocking on the door. That's when Chrissy remembered the party. Fuck.
"Oh, I just remembered. I forgot to call and tell Barb. She's supposed to pick me up for the assembly," Chrissy said.
"Oh, go, Honey," Claudia said.
"Are you sure, mom?" Chrissy asked.
"You need to be with friends. Besides, I need to call Sue," Claudia said. "And I have Mews with me. I'll be okay."
Chrissy looked at her doubtfully for a moment before heading to the bathroom to freshen up. Her blue sweater clung to her nicely, going great with her blue jeans. She shook her hair out of its ponytail and shrugged on her white denim vest as she walked out the door.
"Are you okay?" Barb asked as she slid into the car.
"Yeah," Chrissy said and looked at how excited Nancy looked. "I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" Barb asked.
"Yeah, just a shitty day at work," Chrissy said.
"Rude customers?" Nancy asked.
"Something like that," Chrissy replied. "Robin didn't want to come?"
"Of course, Robin didn't want to come," Nancy said. "She's too good for parties."
Chrissy couldn't help but snort at that. As much as Robin and Nancy fight, like sisters sometimes do, she also knows that they really love each other. She was surprised that Robin didn't come along to make sure Nancy stayed out of trouble with claims of invading Nancy's privacy. It was amusing to watch Nancy force Barb to pull over three blocks away from Steve's house, too afraid of what the neighbors might think.
"This is so stupid," Barb said. "I'm just going to drop you off."
"Calm down, Barb," Nancy said. "Come on, you promised that you'd go. You're coming. We're going to have a great time, aren't we, Chrissy?"
"Absolutely," Chrissy said, plastering a fake smile on her face.
"He just wants to get into your pants," Barb said and Chrissy sighed.
"No, he doesn't," Nancy said.
"Nance seriously. He invited you to his house. His parents aren't home. Come on, you are not this stupid," Barb said.
"Barb! I've told you that Steve isn't like that. He really likes Nancy," Chrissy frowned.
"Tommy and H. and Carol are going to be there," Nancy said.
"Tommy and Carol have been having sex since, like, seventh grade," Barb said. "It'll probably just be, like a big orgy."
"Okay, I don't even like Tommy and Carol but even I know that's a stupid untrue rumor," Chrissy said. "Seriously, Barb, I did not take you for a gossip. It sounds like someone's turning into their mother!"
"I am not! You take that back!" Barb exclaimed and Chrissy laughed.
"Look, Nancy's a big girl and she's smart too. She's going to do whatever she wants tonight and it's going to be her choice because Steve respects that," Chrissy said. "I love you, Barb, but you need to chill the fuck out. I need to have fun tonight and so does Nancy. You need to let your hair down, just a little bit but you don't have to do anything you don't want too either. We're all making our own choices tonight because tomorrow we could be dead."
"Thank you, Chrissy," Nancy said as she changed her sweater. "Although, the last part was a little morbid, Chris."
"Is that a new bra?" Barb asked.
"No," Nancy said, lying.
"Nance, you left the tag on!" Chrissy laughed and pulled it off.
"Oops."
When Steve opened the door, "Raise a Little Hell" by Trooper was playing in the background.
"Hello, ladies," Steve grinned.
"Hey, Steve," Chrissy said, actually ready to forget about the day she had. It's not like it could get any worse, could it?
Chrissy chugged the beer until it was completely gone and let out a loud burp. Carol and Barb looked at her in disgust while Tommy laughed with Steve.
"Oh, that's ladylike," Carol scoffed.
"I never said I was a lady," Chrissy said flipping her off. "You're further from being a lady than I am, Perkins."
Chrissy collapsed in the empty lawn chair with a grin. Not even Carol could get to her in this moment. She watched in amusement as Steve stabbed a hole in the beer with a knife and drank from it. He was clearly trying to impress Nancy. Chrissy couldn't help but giggle as Nancy pulled it off. Then Nancy tried to get Barb to do it. Chrissy rolled her eyes.
"Nothing she doesn't want to do, remember, Nance?" Chrissy asked.
"Right, of course," Nancy said.
"But you do need to stop pouting," Chrissy giggled and kissed Barb's cheek.
Right, beer makes her cross some boundaries. She looked apologetically at Barb who just shrugged and laughed it off.
"Didn't know you were a lesbian, Cunningham," Tommy cackled. "But that makes sense."
"It's Henderson, asshole, and I'm not a lesbian but thank you for thinking that I am one," Chrissy laughed as she pictured holding his head under water.
"I can do it," Barb said suddenly. "Give me the knife and the beer."
"Are you sure, Barb?" Chrissy asked with a frown.
With a look of determined look, Barb attempted to cut a hole in the can but instead, ended up cutting her hand open. She quickly rushed off to the bathroom, letting Chrissy know that she could find it by herself. She frowned as Barb walked away but her attention was pulled away when Tommy tossed Carol in the pool before Steve did the same with Nancy.
"Fuck it," Chrissy said before stripping down to her bra and panties.
Tommy, Steve, and Carol all wolf whistled as Chrissy dove into the water. In that moment, Chrissy was free of what happened today, and nothing could get to her. Although, she ended up getting out of the pool early when Carol kept giving her "fuck me" eyes. Yeah, she hated Carol too much to do that. . .as attractive as she found her. She dried her underwear as much as she could in Steve's bathroom before getting dressed and going to search for Barb. She found Nancy standing on the stairs looking down at Barb.
"Where are you going?" Barb asked Nancy.
"Nowhere. Just upstairs to change. I fell into the pool," Nancy grinned. "Why don't you just go ahead and go home? I'll get a ride or something."
"Nance - ," Barb started to say.
"I'm fine," she replied.
"This isn't you," Barb said.
"I'm fine. Just go ahead and go home. Take Chrissy," Nancy said.
Barb stormed out of the house. Chrissy grabbed Nancy's arm.
"You're going to be safe, right?" She asked. "Do you need anything?"
"I'm not - ," Nancy started to say, and Chrissy gave her a look. "I'm on birth control. You're not going to stop me?"
"Why would I? Is this something you really want to do?" Chrissy asked. "Do you like Steve?"
"Yes," Nancy said.
"Well, I already know what you're like when you make up your mind," Chrissy said. "I expect all the juicy details. Have fun. Oh, by the way. . .Steve is a heavy sleeper, so if he falls asleep after, you're going to have to slap the shit out of him to wake him up. If that doesn't work, yank very hard on his hair."
"Noted," Nancy giggled.
Chrissy wandered outside to find Barb sitting out by the pool. She was sitting on the diving board. Her feet and wrapped up hand were dangling over the water. Chrissy's heart went out to her because she looked so sad and she didn't know why. She walked over and stood by the diving board.
"Do you want to leave?" Chrissy asked.
"I want to wait," Barb said softly.
"You know what she's doing up there," Chrissy said softly.
"Making the biggest mistake of her life," Barb said. "Nancy wouldn't do this. They haven't known each other long, and suddenly, she wants to jump into bed with him like she's got something to prove."
"That's your version of her, Barb," Chrissy said. "Did you ever think that maybe she really likes Steve?"
"It's always been us against the world even when you became our friend, nothing changed, but then she started to look at Steve and I just - ," Barb cut herself off.
"What?" Chrissy asked.
"Why can't she look at me like that?" Barb asked.
"Oh, Barb," Chrissy said softly.
"She never showed an interest in boys, not really, and I thought maybe she was like me too," Barb said.
"Well, you know, just because she likes boy doesn't mean that it can't change, and it doesn't mean that you're not alone," Chrissy paused. "I never had a boyfriend before, but I do like boys. However, that doesn't mean I never had a relationship."
"You had a girlfriend?" Barb asked with wide eyes.
"Yeah, can't tell you who it was because it would mean outing her, and that would be a no-no," Chrissy said.
"Do you think Nancy might be like you?" Barb asked.
"I don't know, but it's not up to us to talk to her. Right now, everything she's experiencing needs to be her decision. She needs to explore her sexuality herself, and she doesn't need us telling her who we think she is," Chrissy said.
"What am I supposed to do?" Barb asked. "It's not like I want to hate Steve or feel like this - "
"You're just jealous. We need to support her, and in the meantime, we can hang out, so you rant and rage all you want to me until you find yourself getting a little better each day," Chrissy said.
"How do you know how to deal with this?" Barb asked.
"A lot of therapy after I got adopted and then when I was hanging out with. . .my ex, I started to realize that I like women, and I kind of freaked out. My ex had this this older cousin who walked in on us, and we both freaked out, but she sat down to talk to both of us. She really helped, and if you ever want to talk to her, I still have her number," Chrissy said. "She's a huge ally."
Barb stared thoughtfully into the water for a while, and Chrissy was pleased that she looked a little less sad.
"Thanks for being my friend, Chrissy," Barb said.
"Always," Chrissy said.
Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her, and she looked up. Chrissy opened her mouth to scream, and then she was pushed into the water with Barb, being dragged down with her as the bottom of the pool opened up. It was strange, she thought. Before she fell into the water, did she hear Argyle scream her name?
Chapter Three
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[NSB HEADCANONS] - carving pumpkins with ryan
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pov: it's almost halloween and ryan bought two pumpkins for you and him to carve together and do the best looking pumpkins ever :)
warnings: some swears here and there
type: fluff
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so.. ryan was bored on a sunday afternoon
he was scrolling through his phone to cure his boredoom and saw an instagram post saying "buy pumpkins for halloween" (sorry i didn't had much inspiration for the add caption 💀😭)
ryan smiled and decided to go to the closest supermarket and brought two medium pumpkins for you and him
(More under the cut!)
he's just really creative
while you were doing your own things, ryan came into your room and smiled proudly of his projects that he wanted to do with you
"want to carve pumpkins with me?"
ofc, you said yes <3
and it immediately made him super happy
nguyen would have decorated the apartment with halloween decorations (i know ryan do not own an appartment since he's moving houses to houses with the boys, but let's say he have one with you lol) and spooky stuff around the differents room
i know ryan is a SIMP for christmas, but i also know he kinda like halloween (but not like he do for xmas haha)
ANYWAYS-
he would have put tablecloths or paper journals that you guys don't really use or read on your table to avoid a mess
this man brought even the little knife to do it perfectly
like.. this boy wanted to do this activity with you so bad
"i bet my pumpkins can be cuter than yours"
"lol, you wish"
"ooh y/n have some talk back? mmh i love it"
he smiled while saying that
"if you really think your chances to do an aesthetic and beautiful pumpkins are much higher than mine, then let's do a contest on our ig stories so the stars can vote. the loser have to do the dishes for the rest of the week and have to buy the other, snacks and drinks they want"
ryan love so much the stars
so you would agree to that challenge
and ofc, it would make him super happy
"alright, bet. we have 30 minutes to take all the inside out and we'll have 45 minutes to carve it. i'll put the timer"
"that's a serious challenge.."
"well yeah! if i have to carve pumpkins against my girlfriend, i better take it seriously. i would love to see you doing all the dishes and making me food" he said while laughing
he would definitively (try to) put pumpkin flesh on your face and on your nose
"sorry, it was too tempting"
he would laugh so much and take a lot of pictures
he love taking pictures with you
he love being loved by you <3
he would try his best to make you loose
"oh shit, yours is looking pretty sick.. mind if i add my little spice to it?"
"mind your little spice for later, i don't want to lose!"
"it'll make you win! you know how creative i am, right?"
"right.."
he would def carve something he found on pinterest or in google
' easy and funky carving pumpkins ideas '
" damn, these aren't easy! fuck that shit "
" i thought you were creative.."
"hey you, you know what, shut up, y/n!! mind your pumpkin!" he would say obvs laughing to make you know he's kidding
after that curving, he would be super proud of his pumpkin, but then... he would look at yours and be a bit jealous (just a little bit)
"woah.. y/n, you're really talented! it look fucking good and sick!! i love it!"
he tried his best
like literally
he wanted to win so so bad, but he know how great as an artist you are.. like, you could do whatever you want and it would still look sick and awesome
though, he would still be proud of his, he knew he wouldn't be able to win with your masterpiece
he would post a picture of both of your pumpkin and would add an instagram sticker with the choices (a poll lol) and would pray to win
he love seeing you winning because he can see you smile and can see how excited you are, but he still love winning times to times
after 30 minutes, he would check the results and see how he lost-
listen, he always thought you were a born artist, but he didn't know that his pumpkin was THAT bad looking?
ryan's pumpkin would probably look sick and super good, but you know.. the stars have choosen >:)
he was a bit sad, but at the same time, not really, because your smile when he told you, you won, was so worth it like?? his heart was filled with joy and happiness and excitment? ARGH THIS BOY LOVE YOUR SMILE SO MUCH
"i told you baby that i'll win"
he smirked
"yeah, yeah.. i guess, you're the real artist between us"
"don't say that, ry'! maybe you weren't born an artist but you're still good at dancing, at singing, at videos games.. ok, maybe not at smash, but still.."
"thank you baby.. HEY DID YOU SAY I WAS BAD AT SMASH?!"
"maybe, i did"
"alright, bet, you'll regret that, i'll beat your ass like i do every time when we play. you're going to be beat very easily"
then it turned into a videos games contest and let's say that even if you were trying your hardest, you lost.. sorry, not sorry
#ghostiiess#headcanon#headcanons#boyfriend scenario#boyfriend headcanons#carving pumpkins#carvingpumpkins#pumpkin#pumpkin contest#happy halloweeeeeeen#halloween special#it's not halloween im sorry but i wanted to post this headcanon#nsb#north star boys#northstarboys#ryannguyen#rynguyen#azngami#azn gami#nsbheadcanons#ryan nguyen#nguyen ryan#northstarboys x female reader#northstarboys x you#northstarboys x reader#north star boys x female reader#north star boys x reader#nsb x female reader#nsb x you#nsb x reader
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Ibara Saegusa - Private Room Chapter 6
Writer: Nishioka Maiko
Season: Autumn
(Location: Starmony Dorms Courtyard (Evening))
Aira: We did it! It’s been safely completed~♪
You’re amazing, Saegusa-senpai! It looks even cuter and nicer than before it was broken, it even looks brand new! Takamine-senpai would be so happy with this.
Ibara: My my, it’s fortunate that we somehow managed to do it with materials we could find in the dorm.
Aira: All things considered, Saegusa-senpai is so handy. You made this in no time, too. Do you like DIY?
Ibara: It’s not like I like DIY in particular. I spent a long period of time in a place with no entertainment or shops, so I just ended up being able to do it out of necessity.
Aira: Oh. Is that so, that sounds kind of awful…
Ibara: Come on, all we need to do is give it to Takamine-shi back in the dorm room. Let’s go back.
(Location: Starmony Dorm Room (Ibara, Mitsuru, Midori, Tsumugi's Room))
Midori: I’m back……
Mitsuru: I’m back~!
Aira: Ah, Takamine-senpai, Tenma-senpai. Welcome back—
Also…… Takamine-senpai, I’m sorry!
Midori: Eh. W-what? Getting apologised to when I just got back is too scary……!
Aira: The truth is, I borrowed Takamine-senpai’s stepping stool and broke it……
Midori: Stepping stool? The one with the mascot character on it? Why again?
Ibara: It seems that he used it since it was right next to him when he was trying to reach for the tea leaves.
Aira: That’s right. After that, Saegusa-senpai and I rebuilt it while preserving the parts that were left of the mascot character…… This is it.
Midori: Uwaaaaa……♪ It’s great! Even though it was so worn-out before, it looks spick and span! You’ve even painted cute colours over the parts that were peeling off!
Mitsuru: You’re both incredible~! It looks brand new!
Aira: But the fact that I borrowed without asking and broke it still stands, so I’m sorry……!
Midori: No, I really don’t mind that you broke it.
Rather, to think that it can be this pretty when it was so worn-out before. Shiratori-kun, Saegusa-senpai, thank you very much……♪
Mitsuru: Then, you two made this today?
Ibara: Yes. We were fixing it up till around dusk.
Mitsuru: That sounds hard~. You’ve had a hard day, haven't you, Ai-chan?
Aira: Mm…… That may seem like it was the case, but the truth is it really wasn’t.
Mitsuru: Eh?
Aira: Because this whole day today I was able to see a lot of Saegusa-senpai’s surprising sides! It was a beautiful sight for an idol otaku!
(Location: CosPro Conference Area)
(The next day)
Ibara: ………
…… Right. I’ve sent off replies for all the agenda that came in during my day off.
So, what next?
Ah, come to think of it, the prints sent around to be checked got back to me. I need to send a reply to the other party too.
Mm? My personal tablet is ringing. I guess that means it’s telling me about the stock prices changing again.
(…… I’m getting a sense of deja-vu. The last time I checked the market situation at a time like this, the stock price plummeted suddenly.)
Good grief…… Is it going to drop further? I’d really like for it to give me a break. Even a big loss would be considered good—
Hm? What on earth is this……? Since it’s the same situation as the other day, I thought the stock price would plummet again today. Rather, it’s suddenly rising.
(The price has almost returned to what it was before the sudden crash. At this rate, there is a possibility that the stock price will rise even more than before the sharp downward trend.
Furthermore, it looks like the other stocks I own are showing signs of upward movement across the board.)
I wonder what happened……It’s not as if a huge incident has occurred.
That reminds me……
(Flashback to Chapter 1)
Natsume: Maybe you could turn your luck around by reclaiming something familIAR.
(Back to present time)
Ibara: (Could it be because I fixed the stepping stool with Shiratori-shi……?)
………
Hah, that’s ridiculous. If fortune-telling can predict stock price fluctuations, then society will collapse.
It’s probably just that my luck has turned around lately.
Now then. I can focus my efforts on working wholeheartedly.
Even though there was an accident yesterday, contrary to my expectations, it ended up being a good break.
Seems like there’s going to be good progress with today’s work……♪
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RED NAILS
• Lalo salamanca x fem!reader, with some nacho too (best of both worlds), HEAVY on slowburn, and i love hurt comfort so bear with me •
CHAPTER ONE
A green hue was spread across the room, along with a buzzing sound that never seemed to have an end,filling each and everyone’s ear till it became white noise. Clearly the others noticed too, but they were far too busy in their heads, either thinking about some personal issues or, most likely, thoughts regarding the pet they brought here.
The waiting room wasn’t that boring; on the contrary, it was kind of entertaining. Seeing all kinds of people with their pets waiting—well, only a people watcher would enjoy it, and (Yn) sure did.
Especially having small conversations with the woman sitting next to her made the wait seem a lot shorter than it actually was. She was a woman, well in her 40s, it seemed, with shoulder-length blond hair mixed with some white hair and gleaming blue eyes that only portrayed comfort to whoever looked into them. She also had a German accent that made everything she said even more welcoming. She was sitting with her small white-furred puppy in her lap.
"So tell me, what’s a young soul like you doing in New Mexico?"
(Yn) let out a small chuckle. "Beats me really; I just came here to take care of those who raised me. Oh, you know the saying, family is everything."
"I wish there were more people like you; most take them for granted." The woman wrapped her arm around the younger man’s shoulder. "Me and my husband want children; really, it was my idea, but the fear of being tossed after years made us agree on just having this little guy here." she said with a small smile as she brushed her fingers over the dog’s head.
Well, it really depends on how you raise them, though I’d say it’s also the child’s choice in the end, so I totally understand your point."
"True, there’s another reason: the fact that my husband's work always makes him spend days or weeks out of town; it’s really frustrating like he’s doing—
"Miss (Ln), please come on in." A voice spoke from the microphone above, making both women stop their conversation. (Yn) turned over and stood up after she gave the blond a side hug. "It was lovely meeting you... Come to think of it, I’ve never caught your name."
"Margarethe Szitzer, and you, young lady?"
"Iris Leoz” (Yn) answered with a smile as she shook her hand and said, "See you around, miss zeigler."
Well, your cat is in perfect condition, but I suggest you trim her fingernails once every two months and don’t give her cheat meals as often; she’s enjoying them for sure, but her health is far more important."
The vet was examining a cat, who sat on the table purring under the man’s touch, while the owner sat across the room looking over.
"But I love her being chunky; she’s much cuter while she wobbles around the house."
"I think it’s far more cute if she walks around instead of being a corpse with a hernia in her belly surrounded by puke on your floor." The man glared through his glasses while Yn huffed and jumped off her chair, making her way to the examination table.
"The job?"
"A protection job, bodyguard, 200 bucks."
"What else?"
"That's the best I got." He leaned over the cabinet behind him. " I know a loan shark. He always needs enforcement and recovery, pays well, and it’s steady work."
(Yn) hummed along as he continued, "Most of the time we were just talking intimidation, strictly verbal."
"Most of the time I’m not breaking legs. Okay, what else?"
"That’s all I've got at the moment; take it or leave it."
The nightbreeze hit Yn'’s skin, making it tingle, and as she walked out of the department, she pulled out her phone, dialing a number with a slight smile across her face. After a few rings, the phone was answered.
"It’s done; I’ve got it." After a few seconds, she hung up the phone, and to the surprise of the wan that was watching her as he walked to the vet’s front door, she snapped the phone in half like it was a leaf.
It was either the casino or home; she didn’t know which one she should choose, but since she had a job to do tomorrow, the rational choice was her bed and snacks.
The meeting place was a parking lot in a three-story building, not the most common meeting place, but it was still acceptable. She took the bus to not draw any suspicion whatsoever to her vehicle if something were to happen in the future. She did her hair in a style that she was most comfortable in; nothing would get in her way; and she wore a simple outfit.
Walking into the parking lot, she was met with an older man with his arms crossed over his chest, definitely white as they come, bald head, couldn’t tell if it was either by choice or not, and also had the urge to lend him her sunscreen.
They greeted each other with a head nod; no words were exchanged.
Soon later, a giant man came along, wearing a gray hoodie with some jeans and a bald head. Is this a new trend in New Mexico?
This is the place where we wait?"
"Think so." The older man answered.
And then along came the fourth one, a skinnier,even younger leather jacket with military cargo pants and spikey hair. The type of guy that would try to be friends with his kid’s friends to appear more hip and cool
"So, what’d our guy tell you about the job?"
"Not much," (Yn) said.
"It’s a protection job, civilian. Guy is green as they come, but we’ll be there to make sure things fly right." without noticing, Yn and the old man beside her exchanged a look of confusion as to what this guy was thinking.
"You've been doing this for how long? I assume we’re all heavy hitters, and it makes sense. The vet recommends the best of the best. Dealing with some of these ethnic types of blood, it tends to run a little hotter. That’s just science, physiology—
"Please grab a gun and shoot me in the head. I can't listen to this any longer." (Yn) whispered as the big guy let out a small chuckle and nudged her side, while the older man definitely heard her but didn’t give any reaction.
"Yo, little girl, what's chu packing?" with Yn finally turning her head and the blabbering man looking at him with confused eyes. Don't tell me he thought this was a gun job.
"A Delicio"
"Sorry, what?"
"Delicio, a chocolate milk one, so much better than the strawberry." With that, she took out the small milkshake from her jacket pocket and took a sip.
The man let out a nervous laugh. "That’s really cute, old man, what’re you carrying then?"
"A pimento sandwich" (Yn) lets out an audible laugh. "Pimento is a cheese. They call it the caviar of the south."
“Listen, yo. If y'all don’t want to tell me what y'all are carrying, so be it. But you don’t have to be a douche about it.”
"You asked what we were carrying, and we answered you." (Yn) added
Wait, so you’re saying you guys don’t have a gun. How are you here without a gun?" his voice filled with confusion.
“I've got at least two guns on me that I’ll tell you about. I go old school with a Wilson Combat 1911, and I got a Glock 22 Gen. And those are just the ones I’ll tell you about," he added.
Only to receive a huh back from the old man beside him. (Yn) was so close to shoving the milkshake she had been sipping for the last half hour into his mouth to stop hearing that nonsense.
Finally, to ease the awkward tension, a vehicle has been spotted by the four as it makes its way to the location. The door opened to reveal the driver and the main reason for this job.
These people only get whiter for fuck sake, (Yn) thought. Man literally looks like if Makka Pakka turned human. What a fucking joke!
After a few seconds, he spoke in a shaky tone, "Hi, Hello. My name is Price. Actually, that’s not my name. But I have a nephew named Price. I’ve always kind of liked that name."
Subconsciously, Yn's head turned to the old man only to find him already looking in her direction; they agreed that they were the mature ones here.
As the glasses man was blabbering about coffee and what not, the skinnier guy interjected, "Hey, I have a thought."
"How about you give me and Man Mountain 750 each?" should’ve choked him earlier. "And send Uncle Fester and Princess there home. they’re not carrying a gun. They’re useless."
"Is that true? You guys didn’t bring a gun?"
"We didn't think we needed one." (Yn) answered calmly.
"Shawty, listen, it’s a protection job; how in the hell are you going to protect your employee without—“
"I’ll tell you what, if we need a gun, I’ll just use one of his." Her attention never left the man who stood before her. "I agree to that," Gramps added.
"Really? One of my guns? How do you picture that happening exactly?"
The old man hummed a little before answering, "Well, I guess I’m going to take it from you."
Yep, and that’s how Uncle Fester ruffled skinny’s feathers, and now he’s challenging him to ‘take’ one of his guns. oh boy
Only in 60 seconds do we have a man on the floor barely breathing with an old man who has three guns in his hands, while a mountain man runs like Princess Peach, and of course the job man watches this unravel.
"All right," the old man said while he tossed the pistols into the trash can nearby. "Let’s go."
"But we need three guys."
“No, buddy. We don’t need three guys. C’mon. Let’s go," the woman said as she tapped his shoulder while getting into the back seat.
The wait wasn’t long but instead boring as Gramps answered Price’s questions. For a first-timer, they were genuinely okay questions, but he should’ve done his research beforehand.
A red truck finally made its way over; Yn was still leaning onto the car right in the middle, while Gramps stood up and walked a bit to the right, and Price was already standing on the left side.
"I knew we needed three guys—I knew it. It’s a three-man job—"
"If you don’t get your shit together right this second, I’ll break your face as soon as the other guys leave. If you don’t have balls for shit like this, then don’t get involved in the business, you twit."
And that seemed to shut him up while the old man was making his way forward.
Out of the car were two jobbing guys, all in black, and one guy who was wearing a dark red button-up with the first few buttons unbuttoned and a gold necklace dangling around his collar bone.
shaved head that seemed to suit him quite nicely and a face structure that was great to show intimidation, he had some hardeyes she’s never seen before.
"Hello, Hi," Price said like he was a ringtone; it was cue for (Yn) to walk up too, so we could better see this shitshow up close.
"Do you have it?" The red-shirted man spoke, and (Yn) flashed a smile but quickly hid it to the surprise of the high-pitched voice of this guy, but it didn’t go unnoticed, by him at least.
"I do."
"Do you have the money?" a yellow envelope was handed over.
As Price was back in the car, silence filled the scene. Red Shirt was looking straight ahead at the guy he was dealing with, but he couldn’t help but feel like some eyes were burning holes through him.
He knew it was the woman, but it definitely wasn’t a stare of interest; more so, on the studying side, looking back at her, she didn’t seem to have any intention of breaking the eye contact they held, and neither did he.
The deal ended with the guy handing over a twenty-dollar bill and taking home the pills he held.
In the car (Yn) and Gramps got paid. While Price was asking questions, the woman tuned in in the middle of the conversation. "Now, that fella you just met, his name is Ignacio Varga."
"He runs with a connected crew of drug dealers. This deal he’s doing with you he’s doing outside his crew; he doesn’t want his bosses to know, so it was in his best interest that things go smoothly."
"So the lesson is, if you’re going to be a criminal, do your homework." The woman in the back added, "Now get us home; this place is too hot to have this conversation here."
The drop-off place was the same as the pick-up place, and without saying goodbye, Price turned home with his car.
"What’s your name?"
"Why should you know?"
"I know you know mine; it’s only fair," she smiled.
"mike hermentrout"
"Nice to meet you, Mike," she said, holding out her hand in a shake now with a smile that covered her whole face. Mike knew he shouldn’t mess with fire yet.
"Nice to meet you too, (Yn)." Mike's eyes never left hers; he knew her sudden appearance didn’t mean good; it was far from that; a storm was coming.
as she turned around and excused herself, the man’s voice stopped her, "How’s your dad doing?"
“Actually, I'm on my way to see him right now. Wanna come?"
"Maybe another time."
#lalo salamanca#lalo x reader#nacho varga#nacho varga x reader#ignacio varga#better call saul#fanfiction#ao3 fanfic
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𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐞’𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐱 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: it’s not just the first snowfall of the year in boston, it’s also the first snowfall for little bee and little bear, and who doesn’t love the sound of baby giggles in the morning
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none very fluffy and sweet🥹🥹
𝐚/𝐧: thank you B for letting me write another blurb for these two and trusting me with writing little teddy😭 i think these two are so cute and i hope everyone enjoys @boston-babies 🩷
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There was nothing better than the first snowfall in Boston, the chilly air, christmas lights finally being strung up and lit, the smell of cinnamon and nutmeg filtering out from the bakery’s around the neighbourhood, nothing was better than this.
Well maybe except seeing little Elodie walk down the path towards the park Ro regularly took her too to meet Mama Evans and little Teddy, which is exactly where they were headed now.
“Elle be careful please baby!”
Calling out gently to the very rambunctious toddler as she takes off into the park, her little squeals of delight only amplifying as the snowflakes fell around her
“Snow, mummy snow!”
“Yes lot’s of it petal, it’s pretty huh?”
Elodie looked to her mother with a gummy smile on her face, her teeth still slowly coming in
“I think I see someone waiting for you over there Elle”
That caught the attention of Elodie who turned to see Teddy and Mama Evans standing just a few feet down, having arrived at the park not long after they had
“Bear! Mummy Bear!!”
At the sound of Elodie’s excitement, you watched Teddy look up from grabbing some snow to clap
“Bee!! Hi Bee!”
Ro couldn’t catch Elodie even if she tried, the little girl taking off towards her bear, their friendship only getting cuter the older they got. It was a relationship both families cherished in their own ways, the two toddlers being attached at the hip.
“Oh Elle be careful!”
Ro yelled out as the little girl pulled Teddy down to the snow covered ground with her, Mama Evans biting back a laugh at the scene, silence filling the air until their shared giggles filled both mothers ears
“Well I guess we can say they missed each other” Mama Evans stated, a smile on her face as she pulled Ro in for a hug, spending a few minutes catching up as the little ones played in the snow
“Thank you!” Came Teddy’s voice as Elodie passed him a snow ball she messily made, a smile on the girls face watching Teddy take it from her
“Welcome! Share!”
Ro laughed nodding
“Yeah my love, you’re sharing so well with Teddy baby”
Elodie smiled at the praise before turning to look at Mama Evans
“Hi! Hi!”
The other mother laughed, Elodie always taking a loving to her
“Hi sweetheart”
Once Elodie was pleased with her greetings she returned her attention back to Teddy, opting to follow him around as he got up and began to explore. Both mothers only hoping their friendship would only continue to keep them as close as they were right now.
And watching as Teddy held his hand out for Elodie to hold, they both knew deep down the two of them would be together for a very long time, and nothing would change that.
“Bye bye mummy! Bear bye bye!”
Letting out a string of giggles Teddy followed through with the laughter
“Bye bye mama! Bee bye bye!”
It was quite comical how the two kiddos thought they could realistically get very far from their mom’s but who wants to spoil the fun anyway, let them think they’re running off on a holiday adventure.
There really was nothing better than the first snowfall in Boston, especially when it came with little bee and little bear.
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Got bored then I thought– what if I write a fanfic about getting isekai'd to Genshin? :]
Warnings: swearing, possible grammatical errors, not canonically accurate (I think)
(P.S.: this has somehow reached 5,286 characters..)
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You woke up in a daze, squinting your eyes and covering them with an arm when the bright light of the sun hits your face.
The chirping of the birds, the soft ruffle sound of the leaves in the trees, the woosh of the wind whenever it brushes past you, and the almost inaudible sound of squeaky footsteps slowly approaching..
Wait.
Trees and footsteps?
You didn't have any one living in your home.
Nor take care of any trees.
What the–
You move your hand to search for the soft texture of your mattress, finding only.. grass?
...I must be dreaming.
But dreams don't let you feel the all too realistic texture of grass, dirt, and the hot touch of the sun.
You abruptly sit up. Making the footsteps that were approaching stop.
Looking around in a panic, you realize that you aren't dreaming and this is in fact where you are.
Where to be exact?
It feels too.. good or scary to be true.
You look around and take note of the yellow colored berries, the– is that a sunsettia?! And crystal flies?!
..no fucking way.
The footsteps heard from earlier starts to be more audible as the person making them moves closer.
And why does it sound squeaky? Are they a child? Does squeaky shoes even exist in Teyvat? It's not even raining so even if it's normal shoes, it wouldn't squeak around so much.
Slowly by slowly, you're wrapping your head around the fact that you're in.. a game.
But it doesn't mean it helps you calm down.
Nope, not in the slightest.
Leaves ruffle from the same direction the footsteps come from and you snap your head to look at the person.
Only to find an.. Aranara!
They emerge from the bush, wielding a sumeru rose, a contrast to it's orange colored hat thing and red faded with white skin.
Hm, well up close, they're more cuter than you thought.
You blink numerous times while staring at it, not wanting to make any sudden moves incase they run since right now, you're very lucky to encounter them first out of all creatures in teyvat.
Green colored crystal flies.. trees all around.. and Aranara...
So you somehow woke up in Teyvat and landed in Sumeru.
How extremely lucky.
Though, you suppose Monstadt would be a little more lucky.
The Aranara approaches you, seemingly not taking you as a threat since it doesn't even try to be cautious.
You sigh in relief and turn your body to face them.
"...hello?" You softly say.
The Aranara doesn't respond, which is slightly disappointing since you wanted to know what they would sound like if they had a voice.
Instead, they simply stand before you and tilts it's head.
Are they asking what I'm doing here?
After a moment of hesitation, you reply, "uhm.. I don't know how I got here.. can you help me?"
same reaction as before.
You frown, why isn't it responding?
That is, until you hear an almost inaudible sound, almost like a whisper in the wind. Too low for you to catch it properly. But you managed to hear it.
It sounded like someone's speaking, their voice sounded a lot like the noises the Aranaras make when they move.
Which.. you're honestly not sure how you'd describe it that way either. It doesn't even make any sense.
But anyway, the voice continued to speak and you managed to conclude that it actually came from the Aranara in front of you.
Considering they were moving around along with the voice, making hand signs and tilting their head.
But strangely enough, you aren't able to understand anything of what it was saying.
It's not as if you weren't listening, the language the Aranara spoke is.. foreign.
Too foreign.
You guessed it's the language of Teyvat, or maybe it's the language used in Sumeru since you couldn't understand any of what it's saying.
Oh for goodness sake, another problem to deal with.
After a while, the Aranara notices you're not responding. Or if you did, the language you spoke, they weren't familiar with it.
Thinking you were from another nation and became lost here, they quickly rushes off from where they came from, back into the woods.
Leaving you holding out a hand to them and shouting, "hey– where are you going?!" With a defeated expression.
You sigh heavily and drop the hand, taking a look around one more time before standing up to take a look at your clothing.
Seriously.. with your clothing, anyone would judge. And they would be justified in doing so.
Since they usually dress in long robes of green, or shorts and revealing outfits of the mercenaries, you wonder how you'd even be able to blend in first before anyone else spots you in your modern day clothing... Of pajamas.
Maybe you'd need to steal some clothes hanging off the hangers in some homes.
You didn't really want to do it, but the situation calls for it so..
You sigh heavily once again, already growing tired of this. You pat around your hip before walking away.
You managed to reach the other side of the field from where you originally were before a rustling sound was heard again.
Curious, you turn your head to look at the Aranara. IS THAT–
Oh, fuck no.
That silhouette is too familiar.
Only one man in the entirety of the game wears a hat that wide.
I am out of here!
Not wanting to interact with a certain somebody in her pajamas- or even at all, you quickly dash towards the other direction, not looking back.
You try your best to keep your presence hidden, but it's proven to be hard when there are leaves everywhere and birds fly away whenever you take a step near them.
But you try your best anyway.
Meanwhile, Wanderer brushes off some tree branches blocking his view. Furrowing his brows as some leaves landed on his clothing.
Arakavi calls him to look and he picks some leaves off while turning his head to see what they wanted to show him.
...a bunch of trees and crystal flies.
He sighs, "you led me all the way out here for some–" "Nara was here earlier, where did she go?" Arakavi cuts him off, letting go of his hand to rush off to the middle of the field.
They point to the ground, "she went away even when Arakavi said to wait." Arakavi says, it's tone a mix of sadness and concern.
Wanderer walks closer and crouches down, looking at the ground closely. "She couldn't have gone far just yet, let's go find her." He says, trying to assure the little creature.
When they perk up and turn to face the trees, he stands up again to take a look around.
Finding no traces of another person passing through in hindsight, he decides to use elemental sight instead.
..no elemental traces..?
That's odd.
Arakavi's hand glows a vibrant green when they hold it out, and Wanderer crosses his arms while asking them, "are you sure this is where you saw her?"
The Aranara doesn't respond for a moment or so, as they were probably contacting or connecting with nature or something to find the girl.
After a few seconds, they turn to face him. Pointing to the left side of the field, a space in between some trees and bushes.
He leans his head back as he looks at it. Now only noticing the missing sunsettia from a tree, when it usually bears fruit to 3, it only holds 2.
"There, huh?" He mutters before looking back at Arakavi and nudging his head to the direction when they look back.
They nod and began walking alongside him.
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Mf can't even write a simple one shot. (I'm mf)
#fanfic#genshin fanfic#genshin imagines#genshin impact#isekai#sumeru#genshin#genshin thoughts#genshin wanderer#wanderer#aranara#first post#pls be nice
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Valicer OT3 Week, Day One: Meet Cute!
Hi all! As per @ot3-week the tumblr, this week -- March 17th through the 23rd -- is OT3 Week the week! So what better way to celebrate than with a week of Valicer fics? :D We start today in the Modern!AU verse (the one where Victor, Alice, and Smiler all meet and get together as modern-day college students, most often seen in my Not-Incorrect Quote collections) with the "Meet cute" prompt -- and what cuter way to meet than the classic Crash-Into Hello? Though only two of the polycule officially met that way -- one was just observing...
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It has to be them – right?
Alice frowned as she gathered up the various books and notebooks so necessary to her life as a college student, turning the question around in her head as her fellow students hurried out the door. I mean – there can’t be that many people out there going by “Smiler,” she continued to herself, eyes flicking to the person in question as they too gathered their things. It doesn’t feel like a common nickname, at any rate.
“It’s not a nickname at all – it isn’t Nick,” Hatter declared, tapping the ground with his cane. “Unless that’s what the professor had on his screen, in which case that is the nickname – and if that’s the case, this person seems to have disavowed it, given how insistent they were on being called ‘Smiler.’”
Oh hush – you’re focusing on the wrong thing entirely, as usual, Alice though, rolling her eyes as she stuffed a textbook in her backpack. Ugh, really hoping this doesn’t telescope my spine before my next class...anyway, I just think it would be even more of a coincidence to run into someone going by Smiler who wasn’t the curator of that website my boyfriend likes so much than one who was. Especially one taking a psychology class with lots of focus on altered mental states.
“And yet, not impossible,” Cheshire said, appearing beside her. “Which is why you haven’t actually brought the subject up to them for confirmation, I purrsume.”
That, and it would be incredibly awkward – “Oh, hi, I’m not a fan of your website because I don’t get why people would like being hypnotized because of this one asshole psychiatrist who tried to get me to forget he was the one who killed my entire family, but my boyfriend really loves your work, to the point where he’s embarrassed to tell me how often he actually visits your site.” How the hell is anyone supposed to respond to that? Alice shook her head and hoisted her backpack up onto her shoulders. No, better to stay quiet for the time being. It’s not like it’s a huge deal anyway – as previously stated, I’m not the one listening to those inductions. I’ll mention it to Victor later, see what he thinks, and then we’ll see about getting to know this Smiler better. If we decide to do that at all.
Backpack secured, she headed out of the classroom and into the hallway – ironically, right behind Smiler themselves, who fortunately only had bright yellow eyes for their phone. Alice stuck close to the wall to avoid the hustle and bustle of bodies going to and fro as people hurried to their next class, or toward the common area, or outside to get a breath of fresh spring air. Right – common area, to get a jump start on my homework, Alice decided, mentally planning out the best route. And then off to my history class, and then I should be –
“Alice!”
Alice jerked her head up to see Victor fast approaching, smiling and waving at her. “I thought I’d come down and keep you company!” he called as he neared. “My science class was – oh!”
Thunk! Victor jerked backward as he smacked headlong into the equally-distracted Smiler. Their shoulder bag slipped as they juggled their phone, and a couple of textbooks came tumbling out, sliding across the floor. “I’m so s-sorry!” Victor gasped, immediately dropping to his hands and knees to retrieve the lost property before it could get kicked away. “I-I should have p-paid more attention to w-where I was going.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it!” Smiler said, living up to their name as they got their bag resettled properly on their shoulder. “I wasn’t paying attention either. Accidents happen – it’s no big deal!”
Victor froze mid-reach toward the second book, eyes wide. “Ah – uh – um – y-y-yes,” he managed after a moment, blinking rapidly. “I – s-still.” He grabbed the book, then handed it and its sibling over, staring at Smiler with an expression that hinted he didn’t quite believe they were real. “S-sorry.”
“Seriously, it’s fine,” Smiler assured him, happily oblivious to Victor’s shock. “Don’t beat yourself up over it. See you around!”
And with that, they were off, rejoining the flow of humanity around them with ease. Alice watched them go, then walked up to Victor as he slowly got himself off the floor. “Well – that answers that question,” she said.
“Huh?” Victor said, still staring at the spot where Smiler had been.
“Whether the Smiler who just appeared in my psychology class is the same one that’s been melting your brain on the regular,” Alice clarified. “I had an inkling, but...”
Victor went bright pink. “I – ah – yes,” he finally got out, rubbing the back of his neck. “I – wow, I t-thought for sure they used s-some sort of voice changer...”
Alice snorted. “How about we discuss it somewhere a little more private?” she offered, taking his hand. “So not everyone has to see you burning your face off during this conversation?”
Victor gave her fingers a squeeze, swallowing hard. “Please.”
#ot3week#valicer#prompt#fanfic#human smiler AU#victor van dort#alice liddell#smiler alton#starting strong with the first Valicer verse I came up with#thought it might be cute to show this moment#poor Victor he never expected to run into the creator of his favorite hypnosis stuff out in the wild#much less LITERALLY run into them XD#while his girlfriend is watching amused by his reaction#fortunately things get less awkward after this point#mostly there's another very awkward bit after the first time Smiler hypnotizes Victor in person#but that's how they ALL realize they have things for each other and want to be together#so it's awkwardness that was worth it#but for now accidental in-hallway crashes XD#queued
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Kamen Rider Thunderbirds Chapter 4: The Egoistic Genius - Part 5-Riders Side
(Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5-Riders…)
I have returned to finish this chapter once and for all! >:D
Starting with the Riders' side of the ending!
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The winter was restless that night. Cold winds howl through the frames of the tight shut windows, and snowflakes were nothing more than white blurs in darkness.
Comparing to the fast-passing crystals of water, were fast moving pixels on the screen. Much like the there were hundreds of white snowflakes, so there were hundreds of black letters that formed words and the sentences on the message boards.
Koji was checking in the messaging board net, made in the OS strictly accessed to only Kamen Riders around the globe. He saw the usual things; one board discussing the daily chaos in their daily lives. Another - how their missions and Kaijin hunts were doing. And… more chaotic shenanigans between the Riders.
One board that Koji had always kept an eye on, were from the Kamen Riders working with the world organisations (excluding International Rescue).
Kamen Rider Aqua, who was working with the WASPs, was reporting the news about the ongoing war with the underwater aliens. While Kabuto and his team in Spectrum were reporting the recent Mysteron activity.
Fruit Jesus! How tiring for the whole world, to have two ongoing wars with hostile races who seemed to be determined to wipe out humanity off the map, Koji thought grumbly, as if us Kamen Riders must worry about them as well, along with waves of new and old Kaijins each year.
Meanwhile, a lot of his fellow Riders where asking Koji how International Rescue had been doing? Quite a turn of events really, ever since he and his friends made first contact with them on that Fateful Day.
He explained in short and straight forward answers of things he knew from their encounter. What he got were… mixed thoughts.
Despite this, nobody thought once IR were shady. Just… secretive. More so than even Spectrum.
And of course, he later got a message from a ‘very famous detective’ - asking how Tensai was doing.
“Pretty much got his chance of meeting International Rescue… according to the Australian news. He is yet to report,” Koji typed in the reply, very casually. Not a few moments later, he got a rather hilarious outburst of ‘NANI!?’ sent back to him.
Their Genius Rider would love to see this.
Speaking of Tensai, as soon as he closed the program, the genius’s call came ringing. And in a blink of an eye, he clicked on the gear insignia.
“Good evening, mate!” How’s your little meeting with our rescue ‘cryptids’ went?” he greeted him.
“Fine, fine!” began the genius with a grin of a cheeky rabbit, “I met them, helped them beat the ever-living atoms out of the Kaijins, and saved the mine’s idol…” he smirked when his fellow Rider raised an eyebrow at him, “one of the big drilling machines that the Aussie Iron Mine had. And she got a cute name too. The drill’s name was ‘Bessie’.”
Koji rolled his eyes in amusement, “Don’t say its cuter than ‘G3-X’…” He immediately got a pout from the Rider genius.
“Oi, if this cheers you up; Leo just contacted me about your whereabouts. Got a lil' shock when he heard you met International Rescue," he smiled cheekily, in which the genius on the other side of the screen mirrored his expression.
“Oh, that reminds me! I got something to give him a run for his money!”
Tensai perked up and lifted a pointing finger before diving off camera. After sounds of shuffling (and a few crashes), he returned, with a familiar gun in his hands.
Immediately, Koji leaned into the screen as he made a gasp, “Lucky son of a-”
“Sō~ Koji! A genius of International Rescue gave me one of their weapons for me to improve on them, after giving them a little repairing service on one of their ships.” Tensai was hopping with excitement, an ahoge* appeared on top of his hair.
“Oh? They got a genius in their team too?” Koji asked.
“Hai! So that makes it five members, nē?” Tensai gave a smug at the screen.
Koji chuckled as he shook his head ruefully, “Don’t rush, mate. Just you wait, there’s probably more members that we haven’t met yet. What do you call him?”
“I just call him Meganē*” the genius Rider casually replied.
“Pretty straight forward, innit?” Koji had to restrain from rolling his eyes, despite snorting in amusement.
“Its better than Leo’s naming sense!” Tensai smirked as he crossed his arms.
“Fair,” he mirrored his friend’s expression, “Anything else?”
“That is all,” the genius nodded an exaggerated confident grin and crossed arms.
“Alright. Now get out of my sight, before I’ll start a bloody thundering typhoon on ya like this morning,” Koji said sarcastically.
Tensai winked with mischievousness and gave his friend his signature salute before signing off from the call.
He shook his head once more with a little amused huff and gently closed his laptop.
Then, he threw a glance at the window, seeing the snow continuing to fall on the window in the darkness.
In three days, it will be Christmas and the beginning of the Seven Days of Fortune… a stray thought crossed his mind. Then, the thought halted for a moment. He frowned; he swore there was something he wanted to say after that.
Koji shrugged himself with a smile, got up to give himself a little stretch, before leaving for the bathroom to brush his teeth.
Washed and dressed into his attire that he uses as pyjamas; he went to the bedroom to take some nice long night sleep.
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*Japanese Translation
Meganē = Glasses
#Kamen Rider Thunderbirds series#kamen rider#thunderbirds#thunderbirds 1965#my fanfics#thunderfam#kamen rider fandom#thunderbirds fanfiction#kamen rider fanfiction#fanfiction crossover
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WIP Wednesday
It's still technically Wednesday for a lot of people so it counts! This week's snippet is the third place result in the poll from a few weeks back, something from 'Technically A Cutsleeve?'. A while back I posted a scene that I needed to cut for various reasons, one of which was that I thought I might have to cut the scene that came directly before it that it was referencing. Well I'm happy to say that I did not have to kill all my darlings, and I've found a way to make Jingyi getting sick and needing Mo Xuanyu to tend to him work out after all, so here's the beginning of that 😌
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“Uuuuuggghhhhh!”
“That’s it, I’m done. Sizhui, it’s your turn to sit with him,” Zizhen sighs as he stands and stretches his arms over his head.
“It’s just a cold, Jingyi,” Sizhui reminds him as he takes the empty spot next to the bed to start taking his turn wiping his forehead with a damp cloth and Jingyi cracks one glassy eye open to glare at him.
“You don’t know that,” he croaks, aiming for ‘belligerent’ but too weak to really sound it. “I could be dying.”
“Jingyi - I’m an actual doctor,” Sizhui reminds him gently with a laugh that thankfully doesn’t jostle him.
“Then I’m dying of some brand new unheard of disease and your doctor training is no help here,” he pouts without missing a beat. His deathbed is no place for logic, he doesn’t want it.
“Oh good. In that case when you die can I take your corpse home with me for my aunt and I to study?”
“Sizhui what the fuck,” Jingyi deadpans. Zizhen throws his head back to laugh loudly enough to make the pain in his head spike. “Zizhen shut the fuck up,” he adds as he bats Sizhui’s hands away to pull the cloth down over his eyes with a groan.
“Zizhen, his head does hurt, it’s best to be quiet,” Sizhui tempers and just as Jingyi is groaning his agreement the door bangs open, making him flinch.
“Idiots. Sizhui,” Jin Ling greets - standard. Really his crush could be seen from the moon at this point but even Jingyi has to agree that it’s cute how it makes Sizhui blush. It’s a lot cuter when Jingyi isn’t dying.
“Oh good, you’re back. Did you find what I asked for?”
“The healer said she’s never seen one of the herbs you wanted but when I told her what it was for she said we have one here in Lanling that she swears does the same thing. Other than that yeah, they had everything.”
“Mm. Oh! Hello,” Sizhui says warmly and that’s strange enough that Jingyi lifts the cloth off his eyes enough to peek through his lashes and he’s glad no one’s taking his pulse at the moment because he’s pretty sure his heart stops.
“Hello Wen-gongzi,” Mo Xuanyu replies in that smooth, low voice of his, an indulgent smile on his rouged lips. Jingyi is definitely going to die. This is it, he’s done for, goodbye cruel world. “I don’t mean to intrude but I was in the healer’s pavilion helping sort the herbs when A-Ling came in, and I don’t think you’ll blame me for not trusting him not to get them mixed up on the way over here,” he teases, obviously pleased with himself as Jin Ling scoffs, and Jingyi drops the cloth back over his eyes with a groan.
No matter how badly he wants to keep looking at Mo Xuanyu, Jingyi is pretty sure he’ll die of embarrassment at being seen like this before he could properly appreciate how beautiful Mo Xuanyu looks today. It was embarrassing enough when Mo Xuanyu had to help him with his depleted core, but getting sick like a child mere days later because of it?? Better to just hide his face and die in peace. (Although…if he could pick a last sight of this world, Mo Xuanyu’s coy smile would be a phenomenal option.)
#the untamed fanfic#WIP Wednesday#Technically A Cutsleeve?#Lan Jingyi/Mo Xuanyu#Junior Quartet#I love them and their shenanigans
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xf rewatch: jersey devil & shadows
Two early-series stinkers (affectionate) that, at least in the case of Jersey Devil, have achieved cult status or at least meme status for generally being enjoyable as hell. I imagine Fox executives side-eyeing a little, like, what is this, bring back those Squeeze guys or that Chris Carter who wrote the first couple… Really? Uh oh.
I have a deep and abiding love for Shadows partly because I once wrote a recap of it for a fan project, and being me I watched it like 85 times while taking copious notes and turned in a probably 10,000-word analysis, so I know it very well. I DO feel my love for it is justified, partly in its campiness and general silliness (GHOST BOSS. BLOOD BATHTUB. MURDER… AT THE ATM [MACHINE]) but also because Mulder and Scully are great in it, really Detectiving the hell out of the case, interviewing a hilariously mannered and conveniently expositional cemetery groundskeeper, doing a face-to-face with the medical examiner (Howard Graves… Is Very Dead) (she is my favorite, I say this every time, RIP Lorena Gale), and really using their combined powers of Believing and Skeptical in convincing Lauren to cooperate. Yes, there are TWO entire scenes where Scully misses the paranormal thing by seconds; yes, Mr. Dorlund is transparently evil to a ridiculous degree; yes, Lauren wears A LOT of Laura Ashley-ish florals (and this is the episode of Scully's glorious Halloween outfit of black suit, orange blouse, white tights; ah I love it). But, look, at the end, the case is over, and Mulder is like, well, case is over. Should we maybe go see the Liberty Bell? How often do we get to see scenes like that?? For that bit alone I love it, and that's without the Mulder slo-mo (in all of our hearts) jacket swing, Scully's Poltergeist impression and general horror-movie knowledge at the ready, Mulder with his feet on the chair, once again Dr. Ellen Bledsoe being the greatest, Mr. Dorlund getting his uh, wrist squeezed very threateningly with his uh, gold bracelet, by a ghost, Mulder's UNNECESSARILY flirty move of swinging his arm around Scully and breathing on his glasses to show her he snagged a fingerprint… ah it's great. Forget those Squeeze guys, hire these dudes! …They what? OUTSTANDING news.
One more thing I find amusing about Shadows is, I recently was reminded of Glen's ancedote that it came out of a note they got that Mulder and Scully needed to help people. Heheh. "This bitch needs help, get in there, you jerks!" I yelled at Mulder and Scully in multiple scenes this time through. I'd say Ghost of Howard Graves ultimately did more helping in the end, with his supernatural powers, but they tried. And they managed to stop saying vaguely flirtatious dialogue while staring intensely into each other's eyes long enough to at least give her a little encouragement I guess.
I skipped right over Jersey Devil, which is also a silly episode but, honestly, I think comes off better of the two of them. On the other hand, would I say that without the legendary appearance of the Bigfoot Titties drawing? Hard to say. I should add that Mulder and Scully are CRIMINALLY adorable in these episodes, still in their rosy-cheeked (or over-blushed), round-faced big-eyed high-voiced toddler days, and it is difficult to imagine that THE UNIVERSE COULD CONTAIN anything cuter than the last scene (Who was that on the phone? A guy. Same guy as the other night? Same guy. What are you doing, Scully? Going with you to the Smithsonian.) Despite them referencing (in BOTH these episodes) the having or not having of a life (side note, I can't express how common the phrase "get a life" or "he has no life" were back then; that was like cool slang man), vestiges of said life-having remain, with Scully having girl talk with Ellen (I remain obsessed with that exchange: "I thought you said he was cute"/"He's a jerk. …He's not a jerk. He's obsessed with his work"), The Date, Scully's old professor (wonder if she fucked that one. ha), and even more subtle things like Mulder saying "Thanks, Fran" after signing out a car. (Other people work at the FBI! And Mulder and Scully know their names!) (I also found endearing the extremely quick shot of the comics that Fran has taped to her desk. Very nice little set detail.) It all feels so ordinary and workplacey, which I am finding really enjoyable; it's like, a normal government office where people work, and Mulder and Scully also work there, and it just enhances it (enhance!!) when they're working a case and suddenly like a ghost causes a car accident. Or when a hot naked lady (I was impressed with how clear her ass was in the iTunes version of this; I suppose they didn't really bother to blur it back in the standard-definition days and I guess now we are all enlightened in the seeing of asses on TV) attacks Mulder in a dramatically lit warehouse. (Hey baby, come up to Vancouver, you can be on my show! Is something I suspect DD said a lot in the early to mid 90s.)
I'm really not trying at all with this post, sorry. I will wrap up with the revelation that, at least according to the procedural forensic efforts of my friend and me, Bill Dow who plays Chuck Burks plays NOT ONE, BUT TWO DADS in this episode — the guy in the 40s, and the guy at the end hiking with his kid. (Same kid too, I think.) Yes? No? Why isn't Chuck Burks on the convention circuit? Is my question.
Anyway, The X-Files rules. Next up, Ghost in the Machine, which I haven't seen in ages so that should be fun. Sorry these posts are so incredibly lame, lmao. Send tweet
#xf rewatch rambling#jersey devil#shadows#i do know how to use paragraph breaks but sometimes i don't want to because that requires me to organize my thoughts#this blog is free ok#i also know how to use parentheses (clearly)
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